Plays

Staying up late, scrubbing the stage make-up off my face. I want out of your play, your Shakespearean game. I'm not acting no more. You see a script in my hands? No, cause I'm improvising. I never wanted this scene to go bad, but i guess we couldn't get into character... I'm sorry, but I'm not picking up my cue this time. I'm walking off stage left cause nothings stage right anymore... I'm sorry, but i just can't do your play no more...

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